Mirroring the changes

Ding-dong~

Ding-dong~

The busy sounds on Muduo Mountain were one after another.

The disciples of Wulu Zen Temple made them separately according to the types of parts.

Then the disciples of other Zen temples transported them to the designated location and completed the unified assembly.

This was the production process that Fuzi Lichen set for them when Wulu Zen Temple was founded.

In fact, it was the assembly line in the previous life.

Watching the various parts being transported from the mountain to the foot of the mountain in an orderly manner.

Finally, they were assembled in the hands of Wulu Zen Yu's disciples.

One after another, the exquisite cottages were made in this way.

The so-called Qianji Sword Pavilion is actually more like Qianji Sword Pavilion.

The sharp corners are upright and the eaves are on all sides.

It can be made at will, but the map can be omitted.

But it is very different from ordinary pavilions.

First of all, all the materials of Qianji Sword Pavilion are wrapped in red gold iron sheets, so that they can be fireproof and not afraid of sharp blades and magic weapons.

Secondly, the pavilion is connected on all four sides, while the Qianji Sword Pavilion is only connected on two sides. The other two sides have small windows for security, and even the roof is equipped with an openable lookout.

Finally, there is a mechanism under the sword pavilion. When the mechanism is turned, the sword pavilion will change.

It is indeed a masterpiece of mechanical art.

In addition, all individuals can be combined into a whole.

Two-in-one, three-in-one, four-in-one... In this way, it can occupy a more dangerous position.

From a distance, it looks like a building made up of countless pavilions.

This is also the reason why the Qianji Sword Pavilion got its name.

As the Qianji Sword Pavilions were transported to various traffic arteries, the defense formation of the Killing Temple began to take shape.

Bang Bang Bang~

The rhythmic knocking of wooden fish came from behind.

Li Geng frowned.

For some reason, he felt a terrible headache when he heard this sound now.

It seems...it seems that there is a worm tumbling in his mind.

His memory has become much worse during this period.

As soon as he closed his eyes at night, he began to have strange dreams.

In the dream, it seemed that someone was talking to him, and he felt extremely kind and convinced.

The voice asked him to walk around the Killing Temple more and pay attention to the changes.

Li Geng was confused.

But his heart would inexplicably choose to obey the arrangement of the voice.

The next day, he would walk around the Killing Temple and observe the changes on the Killing Mountain.

"Brother~"

As the former chief of the Sanbao Zen Temple.

Many disciples knew him.

Seeing them salute, Li Geng just stupidly put his hands together to return the salute, because he had completely forgotten the person in front of him.

"Amitabha~"

"Amitabha~"

Looking at the brothers and sisters coming and going, Li Geng was very puzzled.

Why did the Killing Temple suddenly become so busy?

He couldn't figure it out, and planned to find out.

After walking out of the Sanbao Zen Temple and following the flow of people, he came to the foot of Muduo Mountain.

Muduo Mountain is near the Killing Temple, and in front of it is the only road leading to the Killing Temple.

At this moment, the disciples are working together to lift the pavilion-like huts onto the back of the ‘Moon Bone Lingxi’.

Because the ‘Thousand Machine Sword Pavilion’ is covered with a layer of red gold iron, it looks small, but it is actually very heavy.

Each Moon Bone Lingxi can only carry two.

Under the guidance of the disciples, the Moon Bone Lingxi carried the huts to the entrances and exits of the Killing Temple.

Li Geng was curious, so he pulled a slacking disciple and asked: "Brother, what are these huts?"

The slacking disciple turned around and saw that it was Brother Li Geng, the former chief of the Sanbao Zen Temple. He immediately lowered his head in panic: "Amitabha~"

"Brother, I... I just rested~"

In fact, Li Geng knew that he had been lazy for a long time.

"Ahem, Amitabha."

"Junior brother, don't be nervous."

"I'm just curious."

The disciple was relieved when he saw his brother's warm face: "Brother, you don't know?"

Li Geng shook his head slowly.

Seeing this, the disciple became interested: "Brother, this is called the 'Warm Wind Pavilion', which can shelter from wind and rain, and people can pass through it."

"The demons are going to attack our Killing Temple. Put these pavilions on the way in and out of the Killing Temple. When the time comes, the disciples can be on guard and rest in the warm wind pavilion~"

"Eat and sleep at the same time, which can be regarded as waiting for the tired."

Li Geng suddenly realized it after hearing this.

Indeed, the demons traveled thousands of miles to the Killing Temple in the south, and they were exhausted and in great pain.

On the contrary, with the help of the warm wind pavilion, the Killing Temple can be easily defended.

"I see."

"You brothers are really working hard."

"Not hard, not hard~" The little brother who was slacking off smiled and wiped his bald head, without a drop of sweat on his hands.

After Li Geng turned around and left, the little brother's smile disappeared and he walked into the temple in a blink of an eye.

Killing Temple, Ji Zen Palace.

The three elders and six chiefs are all here.

"Now he looks painful when he hears the sound of the wooden fish. I think the heart-eating poison has entered his brain deeply." Master Ji Mo shook his head silently.

"Alas, Li Geng, this child, it's a pity." The chief of Sanbao Zen Temple, Master Jie Mie, sighed.

He is Li Geng's master. He used to think highly of Li Geng, otherwise he would not have made him the chief of Sanbao Zen Temple.

Seeing Li Geng like this at this time, he naturally couldn't help but feel full of regret.

The Zen Master Jiyong beside him groaned and comforted him: "Junior brother, although there is no medicine to cure the Heart-Eating Gu, it has not spawned and exploded, so Junior Brother Li Geng should be safe."

Zen Master Jiemie shook his head and sighed: "Even if he is alive, what's the use? He probably doesn't even remember me as his master now."

The Heart-Eating Gu enters the brain and eats the brain, and the host will also lose his memory.

If a person has no memory, what is the difference between him and a walking corpse?

Seeing his sad look at this moment, all the monks were silent.

On the contrary, Monk Jiji suddenly remembered something and said: "I have heard from my disciple Li Sao that the Buddhist child had captured a prehistoric beast in the Miluo River before, named: Red Carp."

"This beast specializes in eating curses and poison."

"Maybe you can let Li Geng try."

Hearing this, Zen Master Jiemie's eyes lit up.

But then a bit of embarrassment flashed across his face.

Speaking of which, before Li Chen became a Buddhist child, Li Geng had some grudges against him.

However, he also knew that with the magnanimity of the Buddhist disciples, they would naturally not care about the past.

"Thank you, senior brother. I will take Li Geng to visit the Buddhist disciples in the future."

Master Jiemie put his hands together in a salute, but he could not hide the joy on his face.

After all, he was the disciple he once valued the most, so he would save him if he could.

But at this time, Master Hui'an suddenly said: "The poisonous insects on Li Geng are not fatal."

"Now it's time for the two armies to fight again."

"Li Geng has already entered the game, so we should not act too hastily."

After these words came out, Master Jiemie was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Uncle Master is right."

"Then wait for some time, I will take him to visit the Buddhist disciples."